what web of fear and feathers that held you
still,
that guy
the night
before The Night
you associated
with olive oil
full of strings
escaped
his name
and silence
.
hvilket spind af frygt og fjer der end holdt dig
dog,
den fyr
natten
før Natten
du forbandt
med olivenolie
fuld af strenge
undslap
sit navn
og stilhed
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